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Atlantis Lost	By : moonhunter18 Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Stargate Atlantis Views: 5648 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Atlantis Lost

Chapter Two

"I was wondering if you might want to have dinner with me. Soon. Maybe. If you want." John�s voice shook on the last syllable, and it made her heart skip.

"What? I mean�um�what kind of dinner?" Mags didn�t truly know how to respond to him; even though she thought she was falling for him, and she wanted to have dinner with him, she didn�t know what he was really asking.

John smiled, and again, her heart skipped. "I meant a dinner, private�just you and me. But not here. I mean, not in the mess hall. I would like to have a private, personal dinner with you in a place that I haven�t really decided�yet. So, what do you think?"

Mags grinned. "I think I would love to have a private, personal dinner with you, John."
~*~

For the next few days, all anyone could talk about was the fact that the infamous Colonel John Sheppard had asked the equally infamous Captain Mags Landry out for dinner. They had had no time alone.

Doctor Weir had congratulated her the next morning on capturing the heart of the military commander, and expressed her joy on hearing that she liked him too. Doctor McKay had said the same in his slightly rude and sarcastic way, and Teyla and Ronan had done so as well. Others, in the halls, in the Jumper Bay, everywhere, had also expressed either true or sarcastic congratulations to her. She was beginning to feel smothered.

But not today. Today, she and John were taking Ronan and Teyla to the mainland; it was her first time there, and she was excited. Afterward, she and John were going to fly over the mainland, checking out the lay of the land.

And John had a surprise up his sleeve.
~*~

They landed the Jumper near the village the Athosians had built, just a short walk away. Teyla grabbed her hand, smiled, and they walked away from John and Ronan, towards the village. Teyla grinned at her, waiting until they were out of hearing range of the men before speaking.

"Colonel Sheppard has a surprise for you, Margaret. And I agreed to help. Come, I will take you to the village."

Mags followed Teyla, intensely confused. "What�?"

Teyla waved her hands, cutting her off. "It is a surprise, Margaret. Do not worry; it will be wonderful."

They walked quickly to a cabin on the edge of the village, one full of women. They giggled and started pulling at her clothes, murmuring under their breath. Others stood in the corner, going through bright bolts of fabric and clothing.

Mags stood in a circle of women, embarrassed beyond belief. Everyone was touching her, touching her hair, her skin, everything. Teyla, seeing the embarrassment, hushed the women and began to explain.

"You need to dress differently for Colonel Sheppard�s surprise, Margaret. We have something that we think is perfect."

Mags stared at her, finally get into the mood. "But what about my shoes?"

Teyla grinned, holding up a pair of dark leather sandals that laced up to the knee.
~*~

John was waiting for Mags in his dress blues, next to a table covered in a white cloth, with candles and thin white plates. It was very romantic, and totally unexpected.

Mags was staring at him from around a tree, feeling completely self-conscious. She pulled at the loose fabric of the dress; it was totally unlike her. But John�John looked so handsome. His hair was the same as always, and his roguish grin was still present. She couldn�t see those eyes from here, but she could just picture them, gray as always. He was lean and tall, and looked very prince-like in the dress blues.

John looked over at her head and grinned. "Mags, there you are. What do you think?" He motioned to the table, and a tray that she hadn�t seen before- wood, with a delicate wooden cover and steam coming out from underneath it. "Dinner?"

Mags smiled at him, her eyes lighting up. "Really? Dinner?"

John walked towards her, holding out his hand. "What did you think was happening? This, my dear Mags, is our first private, personal dinner. For us, I have a non-military issue meal of fish, carrots and other vegetables that we grow here, and for desert�" He took the lid off of the steaming tray. "A homemade chocolate cake, made by your truly."

She smiled, and it lit up her face. "Really? You made the cake?"

John grinned, replacing the tray. "Of course. Well, not by myself. Rodney and Teyla helped. At least, Teyla helped. Rodney commented."

John led her over to the table, pausing halfway there to look at her. "Wow, Mags. You look fabulous."

She did. She wore a floor length gown that started in creamy white at the top and darkened gradually to a delicate pale rose floating around her ankles. Slits up the side exposed her legs to the knee, also showing her sandals.

John gasped, tripping on his boots. "Oh, wow, Mags. I mean, um, wow."

She blushed, looking at her feet. "Thank you, John. You don�t look so bad yourself."

He held his hand out towards hers, and led her to the table again. "Shall we?"
~*~

Crumbs of chocolate cake decorated the edges of the white china plates, and she and John were laughing together over a small nothing. His hand covered hers, and she blushed again. He put his other hand under her chin and lifted her head. "Mags?"

She looked into those deep gray eyes and smiled. "Yes John?"

A touch of crimson stained the top of his cheeks. "I�m going to kiss you now, Mags."

He leaned over the table and their lips touched, petal-soft. She was shocked at first, but then she moved into the kiss, tracing his lips with her tongue until he opened his mouth. Their tongues warred, and the kiss grew deeper. Finally, they broke the kiss, breathing deeply and staring in each other�s eyes.

John blinked. "Mags�"

She grinned- he loved the sight of her smudged lipstick- and leaned over, kissing him gently on the mouth. "Is there someplace more comfortable that we could do this?"

He nodded, his eyes unfocused and staring at some point behind her. "Uh, yeah. I think I could find something."

He put all of the dirty plates onto the wooden tray, along with the candles and silverware. He pulled the white cloth off of the table, draped it over his arm, and took her hand.

"This way, milady."
~*~

He led her to a small clearing in the woods, where the stars were bright overhead. She gasped when she saw it- there were wildflowers every where, and the trees had left the spot a perfect circle. A stump, jagged and broken, lay at the center of the clearing, and the trees in one direction were slightly shorter; obviously, a forest giant had once stood here. John spread out the blanket and motioned for her to sit; he quickly followed suit.

He grinned at her, leaning over and kissing her mouth. "So, Mags, how is this?"

She smiled, dazed. "Wonderful. This whole night is wonderful." She giggled. "That�s really the only word I can think of right now. It�s wonderful. Now," she said, kissing him again. "Let�s look at the stars. There�re wonderful."

They lay back together, looking at the stars. She rolled over, laying her head on his chest, her hands deep in his hair. "John, I can�t believe how wonderful this night is. Everything�s perfect. How did you�"

He covered her lips with his own. "I know, Mags, and what you wanted more than anything is privacy. Which, by the way, you really can�t get at Atlantis. So I planned this little date all by myself, away from prying eyes. And ears. But that�s not what you wanted to hear, is it?"

He touched her lips again, and she kissed his finger, sucking on it with a look in her eyes. He raised his brow, and she sucked harder, using her tongue to circle to tip. "And that�s what I was hoping you�d say, Mags." He kissed her mouth, their tongues sparring in a never-ending war.

John leaned over the top of her, his hand sliding up her ribcage to her breasts. She kissed him harder, moaning into his mouth as his hands did wonderful things to her body. He was playing music on her, and he loved it.

He was moving his hand up her thigh, slowly, making her moan, when they heard a sound in the woods around the clearing. They paused, and it took all that Mags had in her not to move his hand up towards the place that begged for it. Then they heard the sound again. John rolled off of her and reached towards his knife. She did the same, but slightly subtler, for the knife in her sandal. John drew the knife and half-stood.

A body flew at him from behind the trees, throwing him to the ground and slamming the knife away from him. Mags stood up quickly, nearly tripping on the hem of her dress. She hid the knife in her hand, looking for more people in the forest surrounding them.

And one grabbed her from behind.
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